peer into the glass
what do you see?
are you staring back
or is it a nobody?

the twisted lies
that are held behind
that shiny pane
inside your mind.

do we see the truth?
what it reflects to us?
do mirrors twist the facts
we won't discuss?

is this truly me?
is my soul flawed?
am i really just
a lying fraud?

the pounding in my chest
increases my unrest
as tears stream down my face
praying for a change of pace

worry bubbles inside me
snatching my glee
just let me be
and maybe i'll see
why you ignore my plea
to be set free

how can i feel so alone
when people have shown
how much they care
but are never there

panic is my foe
lying to me of what i know
dampening my glow
furthering my woe
of what it shows
whoa

Is everyone blind?
Can we not see the truth?
The world is dying
and so is our youth.

People are dying
for the pettiest reasons.
When we disagree
we'll commit treason.

Countries falling
as others rise.
Only succeeding
at others' demise.

When will we stand up
for what is right?
Will we sit by and watch
or actually get up and fight?

The world is crumbling
over greed and pride.
Ignoring the help
that everyone cried.

We must stand up
and fight for what's right.
If we standby to watch
nothing will be left in sight.

United We Stand,
Divided We Fall.
The canyon between us
will slaughter us all.

Can't you see
the man up there?
A puppet on strings,
dancing unaware.

completely unaware
the depth of tragedies
that have occurred
before the formalities.

Do you care for us?
Or is it all for you?
Our country shattering in pieces.
What will you do?

Another speech,
To check a box?
Inconveniences to form
your scripted talks.

We need a leader,
one far more adept.
One for the people,
one who can go up steps.

This ain't an attack
but things need to change
my home is dying
as things become strange.

Home of the Brave
is what they all say
but all I see are cowards
waiting to run away.

Stand up for your land
or we'll crumble before
each angry group
begging to start a war...

You don't understand

he means everything to me

just give him a chance

and maybe you'll agree.




His smile, his laugh

make me feel alive,

without him

I'll never thrive.




I know you won't agree

you're the head, and I the heart

you can try

but you'll never break us apart.


~


I won't agree because I see things

you'll never know.

This guy doesn't want you

he only sees a ***.




You deserve more

that's why logic wins,

saving you from

his unwanted sins.




I know you won't

agree with me

but there's just somethings

the heart cannot see.




Blinded by love,

you'll be the fool.

~

With your logic,

life becomes cruel.




Which do I believe?

The one that sees

or the one

that bleeds?

the lies You whispered in my ears,

blinded me from my fears.

You promised perfection,

but didn't tell me it'd lead my heart in the other direction.




the unrest in my soul grew

as You wound me up like a corkscrew.

Your grin darkened

as Your blade sharpened.




You stripped me of myself

so You could control my body Yourself.

You killed me from the inside out,

suffocating my flower before it could even sprout.




i can't understand how such a tiny ****,

could strangle me no matter how hard i plead.

this wasn't part of the deal,

my soul wasn't Yours to steal.




You clouded my thoughts

so i couldn't connect the dots.

trial after trial You wouldn't leave me alone

Your lies continued until i was overthrown.




there i sat, hollow

ready to trust You, ready to follow.

we walked the path of no return,

ready to die, ready to burn.




that's when I began to pray

for someone to come to My aid.

pull Me from the dirt,

help Me never hurt.




replant Me somewhere new,

maybe somewhere with a good view.

somewhere I won't be numb,

somewhere far away from that ****.




the sun seems clearer,

maybe because I'm nearer.

maybe because I'm no longer tangled in a vine.

maybe because I can finally be happy with My life as Mine.

Hope for a new world

shatters.

Fates laugh as

poison fills the veins of society.




Should we call to the moon?

Surely, she knows how to survive the dark.

What about the stars?

Do we pray for them to fall?

So our pitiful cries may be heard

by some other know-all?




Fates pleased as we long

for happy endings,

ones that we will never reach

no matter how hard we try.




Will we ever be free

of your dangerous games?

Or will your hands stay latched

on those wretched reins?